A shadow I see
A figure the walks around
Walking by
Sometimes stopping, sometimes no
Not speaking and makes no sounds besides silent breathing
Racing around slowly yet surely
Nobody's about when
Mr.Shadow comes around
Mr.Shadow
Yes indeedMr.Shadow it's be
A face I cannot see
But stands and walks by me
Makes thoughts and feelings run about
Disgust
Anger
Sadness
Happiness
Excitment
He knows them all
Controls all
Is all
Mr.Shadow follows me around Around and around Around the playground A ground of his I play upon A ground of his that is burried upon Circles and circles we twist In his fence IN his court A game of ours forever more In his grounds that he implores An exploration in the dead of night I shall vanish this very night
YOU ARE READING
Lingering Life
Детектив / ТриллерA group of dreary poems, from childhood to supernatural, seek the depth of theses poems. Try seeing the details that come apart from them if you choose. And tell me, whom are you in them?
